The live footages alone costs the band an estimate of $120,000 NZD. The film crew took notes and photos throughout the three gigs to learn stage lighting, setlist and other details. A 16mm Éclair ACL camera was also used for insert shots, offstage and crowd shots. I’m fully aware it could have ended much differently, but I’m still glad I did it and I’m proud I got through it.The band hired a film crew who used up to four 35mm cameras and recorded the sound with a 24-track quadraphonic for each gig. I wonder if they wonder how I got on?Ī few days later, I bought a 1950s guidebook to the area and it stated in there in no uncertain terms not to go where I did in the mist. I still wonder where exactly I was up there among the mist and I still wonder how the other two guys got on. I learned more from those three hours up there than I have in 10 years of lowland walking. Getting out of wet clothes and into a dry car even better. Getting my feet back on tarmac felt great. From there on in it was a case of setting a compass bearing, following it, and finding the path down. For the first time in over an hour I knew where I was. I orientated the map, and picked out some features on the road below me – two significant bends and a waterfall, found them on the map and bingo. I had something to eat and within moments I had a mental second wind. I sat down and contemplated my next move. There was no way down as I quickly realised I was on the grassy upper slopes of a cliff effectively. Surely I couldn’t climb back up all that way again. I turned and looked back the way I’d came. It should have been a valley with a lake. A road should not have been in front of me. Immediately I felt relief, which almost instantaneously changed to anguish. As the mist cleared, dead in front of me, some two hundred feet below, was a road. I lost a lot of height until I slipped below the mist. I knew I’d need to start descending at some point to hit the path home, so when the land began to fall away, I was a little suspicious but rolled with it anyway. And so this continued for over an hour until something happened that made me stop in my tracks. Still I remembered what I’d learned and followed instinct, knowing what slope aspect to expect, and terrain. It turned out to be a large pile of boulders, still big enough to scramble up, but not a mountain.Ī couple of times I became convinced I knew where I was, but was proven wrong. In that morning, one of the many things I learned was how the mist distorts sizes of objects and distances. On this tangent I kept on until I saw something huge lurking ahead in the mist. I decided to start out in a North westerly direction, steadily climbing. They turned, and went, disappearing into the mist like ghosts, and then I was all alone, not knowing exactly where I was and not knowing exactly where to head. After a bit of muttering between them both they decided it was too risky to continue. The older of the two guys (turned out to be father and son) revealed he’d walked up there a few times, but he didn’t recognise where he was. One thing in my mind was clear however, was to keep climbing until I hit the top of a ridge with a sudden drop the other side. By this time, we were up in mist that clung to the hill side. So together we struck off straight up the hill through heather until we found the path again some one hundred metres further on. I caught them up and we worked out that we may have lost the path. Eventually they stopped and began looking at their map. There was only one path, pretty well established, and I was gaining on them. As I started my climb onto the ridge, I noticed two walkers ahead of me. The day forecast rain, but it was quite bright and sunny as I set out. What looks steep on the map is actually practically vertical. The one false sense of security that the satellite imagery lures you into is that they were all taken on bright, sunny, cloud-free days, and for good reason too.Īt ground level, I realised the satellite images and map contours were quite easily underestimated. Printing these off and adding them to the route card was a handy idea. To be a bit more assured, I used satellite images online of the area to help me to visualise the terrain. Poring over the map weeks ago, looking for the minor paths (and therefore, more interesting) picking a route was followed by working out distances, elevations, timings and navigational details like bearings. Each day would be a specific route, meticulously planned, and hopefully, safely completed.ĭay one was to be a little over 10 kilometres, with plenty of ascent, and bagging two summits, before descending and retiring to the tent to enjoy a well earned biscuit and flask of tea. It was a solo trip,camping, and completing three quality mountain days. Last month, I spent three days in the mountains.
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